Dusty Poems 1

About a month ago, I came across an old journal filled with nearly thirty poems. I wrote these when I was in college studying biology/pre-med. To me, they indicate my interest in poetry before I even knew it was there. After I wrote these poems, I tucked them away. I didn’t even consider writing poetry again until just a few years ago when poetry re-entered my life and rapidly took it over.

Now that poetry fills my world, it’s interesting to see that it surfaced years before I realized its importance to me. These poems are different from my current style and voice, and while I don’t mind a little rhyme in my poems, these older pieces are filled with it. They’re fun to look back on; to realize poetry was waiting for the right time to truly come into my life.  I thought I’d make a little series and share these old, dusty poems with all of you. I hope you enjoy.

Heaven is upon us
Empty grows the soul
Fulfilling one’s own destiny
Tripping on his goal
Searching through his vanity
Gripping to his sanity
Tears flowing through his fingertips
Loneliness you’ll never know
In vain are his efforts
A penny for the toll
And all there is to show for this
Is his empty soul